Beyond the Eyelids

You've lit incense, haven't you? The moments that linger even after my farewell—they know that beyond this fragrance's intensity, I'll be undone by the familiar scent of your body; if intense feelings for someone survive without any expectation, then you can be certain you love them.

I see you in profound emptiness. The one I honored with humble reverence, covering her eyes—let her be mine, on her lips I've painted the eternal illusion of moonlight; because I loved you and thus honored my own feelings, today I set you free.

That this blindness of mine is impossible for you to accept—I've known this for a long time.